That Is Swearing Allegiance to My Dearest

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48. Primal Sequence

The heart of the ancient dragon Obadiah was destroyed by the Gold Sword he worshipped.

The outcome of this conflict was thus decided.

The Grand Tutor was enthralled by Rhine, falling into a daze, but under the reprimand of the Demigod within her, she regained her composure.

Her gaze turned cold once more.

She watched as Obadiah's body gradually evaporated in the golden flames...

This is dangerous...

She knew all too well the dire situation she faced.

Histia Constance, a rare Demigod of a different bloodline from the Hain Empire, had obtained a holy artifact of the ancient dragon clan and possessed the terrifying power to kill Obadiah with a single sword strike.

Now, With her arrival, the dim Gold Sword erupted with divine radiance like the scorching sun.

Just as it had dispersed the crystals of Order, The mithril, embodying the authority of a Demigod, was also completely suppressed beneath the golden flames.

Now that she was protecting Rhine, Rhine could heal his injuries at any time, ascend his puppet again, and join the battle—and by then, the Grand Tutor would be facing two terrifying enemies capable of killing an ancient dragon.

And most fatally, Although Obadiah was dead.

The ancient dragon barrier he had constructed had not dissipated immediately.

It would take several more hours for this small world to return to the mortal realm.

And during this time, The Grand Tutor could not receive support from her sisters.

Facing the pincer attack of Constance, wielding her sword, and Histia, the Grand Tutor had no confidence in her ability to escape.

In that case...

Analysis complete.

The Grand Tutor took a deep breath; she understood her fate.

Next, the one to die beneath the Gold Sword would, Probably, be her.

The Grand Tutor prepared for battle, and the Demigod within her was also ready to appear at any moment to fight the enemy to the death.

However, as the Grand Tutor's nerves were taut, Rhine spoke a sentence that caught her completely off guard.

Rhine smiled at her: "Illictra Lucia, the ancient dragon is dead, and we have no reason to fight anymore. How about we call it a day?"

"...?"

The Grand Tutor froze.

Rhine... wasn't he planning to take this perfect opportunity to eliminate her?

The Grand Tutor: "Rhine Hain, this is a great chance to kill me right now."

Rhine: "I won't do that."

The Grand Tutor's gaze grew even more confused.

"Leta and Hain are not enemies, that's what I believe."

Rhine earnestly gave his explanation:

"When my mother was in power, she never showed hostility towards your country. Although the White Tower incident was regrettable, my mother's established national policy, and even the oracle of the Goddess of Order, never stated that Hain should regard Leta as an enemy."

"If I ascend to the throne, I will uphold my mother's will, and besides that..."

Rhine revealed a bashful smile, saying somewhat sheepishly, "Didn't you say you admired me? What a coincidence... just like you, although our positions are different, I've also looked up to you as my idol since I was young. Today, I finally got to see you in person and receive your praise, I'm actually very happy."

"You..."

The Grand Tutor's eyes trembled.

That feeling of her heart racing and her mind going blank returned.

The Grand Tutor lowered her gaze, and this stunning silver-haired Elf rarely showed a hint of almost imperceptible shyness.

Unwilling to let anyone see her losing her composure, she turned her face away in embarrassment: "Alright... then consider it you doing me a favor by sparing my life. I will repay your kindness."

Rhine: "By the way, is there something I could ask your help with?"

The Grand Tutor: "...You can tell me first."

"I'd like you to relay a message to Alice for me."

Rhine smiled and said, "Even though we've only been apart for a few days, I already miss her. No matter what kind of person she's become, I'm really looking forward to reuniting with her."

That sort of thing, the Grand Tutor shouldn't have relayed it.

Rhine Hain was the Prince of the Human Empire.

Any feelings Alice had for him, other than hatred, were superfluous and dangerous.

However, at this moment...

For some reason, looking into the young human's eyes, the Grand Tutor found that she couldn't refuse his request...

Grand Tutor: "...I understand."

Rhine gave a grateful smile. "Then there's nothing else. My Demigod and I will tidy up the battlefield and leave as soon as possible."

"..."

The Grand Tutor nodded silently.

She should leave.

Before leaving, she glanced again at the white-haired girl beside Rhine. After defeating Obadiah, the first thing she did was immediately treat Rhine's injuries.

Obadiah's last words still echoed in her ears.

Shia Constance, the mysterious Demigod whose true bloodline the Hain Empire had never been able to ascertain.

After this battle, the Grand Tutor finally knew her origins completely.

Her bloodline came from a supreme being who transcended the Gods.

It was a sword hanging over the heads of the Gods, a terrifying calamity that would make them lose sleep and tremble.

In the Grand Tutor's mind, The Demigods whispered that forbidden name.

Primal Sequence...

They had once created everything in the world, But when they returned again.

They would also destroy everything in the world.

The Grand Tutor felt dejected. "We should have killed her, shouldn't we?"

"It's too late."

Unlike the legends, the Demigod's voice was calm and gentle:

"We've tried our best. Now, let's go back."

"Mmm..."

The Grand Tutor closed her eyes, merged into the mithril, and then flowed into the earth's veins, exiting the ancient dragon's barrier.

Thus, the battle officially concluded.

For Rhine and the others, the victors, their next tasks were to clean up and deal with the spoils of war.

Although the ancient dragon's lair held countless coveted rare treasures.

However, for Rhine, he had various ways to obtain all sorts of treasures, including the ancient dragon's remains, that were far easier than fighting an ancient dragon.

These glittering piles of gold were merely optional extras.

Just as he had promised Hela earlier, Rhine only wanted two things from this battle.

One was the nameless golden sword for Shia Constance, and the other, he would discuss later...

Rhine felt very tired.

Although Constance had healed his injuries, his mental fatigue urgently needed relief.

It would take some time for the ancient dragon's barrier to dissipate anyway.

"I'll sleep for a while first..."

49. Goodbye, My Love

"Shia Constance..."

"Your Majesty."

"I feel like I'm having trouble breathing..."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Is this my imagination? This thing sticking out of my chest... is that your sword?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"...Why?"

"I don't expect your forgiveness, Your Majesty, but I love you."

"I've been reborn... over nine hundred times, defeated countless enemies, and I was finally about to succeed. All that was left was the final step... and then you stabbed me... Tell me, is this how you love me?"

"Yes."

"...Why!!"

"I couldn't bear to watch you sacrifice yourself to save us."

"So you killed me?"

"But you will be reborn."

"..."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, you'll have another chance. Everything here will be destroyed, but you will go to the next world. There, you will meet another me, and I just want to tell you that no matter how many cycles of life and death you go through, my love for you will never change."

"Constance... you have disappointed me utterly..."

"You have every right to be angry, Your Majesty."

"Even you are so foolish..."

"I will not argue with you."

"I finally see clearly... all of you Imperial Guards... are traitors!"

"Goodbye, Rhine, my love..."

.

Rhine had a dream. In it, he saw his past self, dying again and again, reviving again and again, filled with rage, despair, madness, and finally, resignation, losing all emotion. All joy and sorrow had lost their meaning over the long passage of time, until... he arrived once more in that world's end, the one that caused him physical heartbreak.